Manolis and Vana

It was already nearly six in the afternoon, but Vana still hadn’t woken up. Maybe it was the cicadas, with their monotonous, lullaby-like melodies, or perhaps the cool breeze that kept her from escaping the sweet captivity of sleep. Or maybe there was simply no one around to wake her with their noise, since she was completely alone in this country house. For a week now, Vana had been living by herself here, after her parents and sister returned to Athens to reopen their small factory, since things hadn’t gone well this year. Vana, utterly indifferent to pajamas and underwear, hadn’t taken interest in her father’s “ready-made” business, preferring instead to dedicate herself to photography. She had almost finished school, and her mind was swirling with endless ideas. So she thought that a week or two of solitude might finally help her decide what she truly wanted from life. Lying flat on her back on the double bed in the large bedroom, Vana was a magnificent sight. Surrendered to the coolness brought by the evening northern wind, she had spread her legs wide open. The only thing she wore was a pure white cotton thong, hugging every curve of her body. Her hands rested over her full breasts, as if hiding them from some indiscreet gaze, yet through her fingers one could clearly see her small, perfectly shaped nipples. Vana’s sun-kissed body contrasted beautifully with the white underwear, as if to suggest it were something utterly unnecessary.

A sudden flutter of sparrows dancing on the balcony startled the girl awake, making her stretch. Vana opened her eyes and remained motionless for a moment. Her hands began caressing her skin. Her thoughts must have been turning to one of the boys she’d known, because her breathing quickened, and a damp line appeared on the tiny fabric between her legs. Slowly, as if unsure, she pulled her thong down a little, then, drawing her knees up to her stomach, removed it completely.

Her arousal grew by the second. Her hands tenderly explored her breasts and the rest of her body, as if they weren’t her own hands at all, but someone else’s. Vana opened her legs, and her fingers gently slipped between them, lightly touching the damp little curls. A tickling sensation overwhelmed her body as she continued stroking around her hidden spot, then softly brushed her clit with a velvety touch. With gentle movements, the girl explored her sensitive slit, partially inserting her fingers into her pussy. Orgasm didn’t take long to arrive. Her inner muscles clenched tightly, an electric sensation surged through her body, and a cry of pleasure involuntarily escaped her lips. Unable to move, Vana remained like that for quite some time, legs spread open, her hands caressing her breasts. The sun was about to set when Vana suddenly remembered she hadn’t watered the flowers in the garden. Hastily dressed in a light summer dress, she grabbed the hose and began watering the various plants scattered around the property. Impatient to finish, she was so absorbed in her task that she didn’t notice a young man approaching the fence and watching her.

— Are you renting out apartments? the young man asked. “Renting? Of course not,” the girl thought. She’d always disliked those sticky vacationers with their whiny wives and unbearable kids. Besides, the house wasn’t properly set up for guests, and she herself would be leaving in three or four days. Prepared with her answer, Vana turned toward the young man. But the moment she saw him, she instantly forgot all her thoughts. Standing before her was a well-built young man, tall, with blue eyes—like a true Apollo. He didn’t resemble either the sticky vacationers or the selfish beach “chasers” she usually encountered. Vana’s heart began to beat faster.

— We have one room, but I’m leaving on Monday, she told the boy.

— Doesn’t matter. I only need it for the weekend. You see, I came here to work at my uncle’s shop, but he suddenly had to go to Thessaloniki for three days, so now I’ve got nowhere to stay.

Maybe it was the young man’s charm, maybe it was simply that several months had passed since she’d broken up with her boyfriend—but before she even realized it, Vana offered him the small room in the attic. “Only five thousand a day,” she said. The boy was thrilled.

— I was starting to lose hope. With the prices they charge around here, I wouldn’t last two days. My name’s Manolis. And yours?

— Vana. Come, let me show you your room. Once you settle in, come downstairs for dinner.

After showing Manolis to his room, Vana went back to her own and began thinking how to make the boy fall into her arms. Manolis was surely not going to make the first move—he wouldn’t risk losing his temporary home. So she’d have to take the initiative. Experienced in such matters, Vana began preparing her attack. After her shower, she put on her naked body only a tight little dress, so form-fitting that it didn’t take much imagination to guess what it concealed. Then she went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner, waiting for the boy to come down.

— We’re alone in the house, right? Manolis said, entering the kitchen.

— Yes, Vana replied. My parents left ten days ago. Come, sit down. The food’s ready. Isn’t it nice? The dinner was indeed delicious, and the evening flowed easily with light conversation and jokes. Manolis’s eyes couldn’t stop staring at Vana’s magnificent breasts, her nipples clearly visible through the dress. It was obvious the girl wasn’t wearing any underwear, because the tight dress would have immediately revealed it otherwise. Experienced Vana realized the fish was well and truly hooked—now it was only a matter of time. Between her and what she wanted stood only a pretext, a thin line she didn’t dare cross. But events unfolded on their own.

— You know, there’s no pillow on the attic bed, Manolis said at one point.

— There’s one in my room, but it’s up on the top shelf. Take the ladder from the veranda and come with me, Vana replied.

— What ladder is that? Manolis asked sarcastically, bringing over an old wooden contraption. You’ll fall!

— You’ll help me! The kids set up the ladder next to the big wardrobe. Vana climbed up to get the pillow, while Manolis held the ladder steady. His face was now right where her dress ended. Unable to resist temptation, he glanced upwards—and in his eyes unfolded the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Vana’s legs, spread slightly for balance, revealed a stunning pussy, completely bare, with no underwear to hide it. Overcome with emotion, Manolis briefly let go of the ladder, which collapsed, bringing the girl down into his arms, pillow and all. Aroused as he was, Manolis began tightly embracing and caressing Vana, who, to his great surprise, responded with equal passion. The boy’s hands explored Vana’s exquisite curves, their mouths locked in an endless kiss. Manolis gently bit her breasts while his hands roamed every inch of her body. Suddenly, Vana stood up, took the boy’s hand, and led him to her bed. The tight little dress came off in a second, revealing her magnificent body. Manolis’s clothes, removed by two eager hands, took only slightly longer. The two kids, now completely naked, paused briefly, gazing into each other’s eyes before embracing, surrendering completely to the unique sensation of their bodies touching. Manolis felt the girl’s hard nipples teasingly tickling his skin, and her sharp nails gently scratching his back. The children exchanged words of pleasure and tenderness, their lips constantly kissing each other. The boy laid Vana on her back, placed her hands beneath the pillow, and spread her legs until her ankles hung off the edge of the bed. The girl didn’t quite understand his intentions, yet she didn’t resist, waiting to see what he would do. Manolis positioned himself between her legs, hands resting on the sheet, and began moving upward, bending lower and lower. When he reached her aroused little nipples, he started caressing them with his lips, using soft, circular motions. Then, he gently brushed with his mouth the hard, excited nipples. With his tongue, Manolis alternately explored each of the girl’s breasts, which twitched with pleasure, while his hard cock barely touched her burning pussy, igniting inside her the desire to grab it and thrust it deep within. But Manolis wouldn’t let her, continuing to tease her nipples, now flushed red with arousal. At some point, he left them and began moving downward, kissing her on the belly. When he reached her left leg, he didn’t stop, but kept going, covering her firm little thigh with kisses.

With both hands, he brought her legs close together while his tongue drew wild patterns on her inner thighs. Moving into the final, wet assault, Manolis slid his palms under Vana’s knees, lifted her bent legs until they stood vertically against her body, and then slowly spread them apart to the sides, continuously lowering his head and licking nonstop along the inner surface of her thighs. Vana’s moans of pleasure grew louder and louder as Manolis advanced, until a cry escaped her lips the moment his warm tongue touched her wet, inflamed clitoris. The boy licked relentlessly—now her small labia, now the entrance of her vagina, occasionally slipping his tongue inside, now flicking her clitoris. Vana felt each touch bringing her closer to explosion. The climax was overwhelming. No longer in control of herself, Vana screamed and convulsed as her pussy shook with an unprecedented orgasm. After she calmed down a little, Vana took the initiative. She made Manolis lie down. She wanted to return the pleasure he had given her, but since she had never performed oral sex before, she hesitated. After slightly parting her partner’s legs, she leaned over his cock, supporting herself on her elbows and knees. Slowly, with her right hand, she pulled back the foreskin covering it, then took it into her mouth. A completely new sensation flooded Vana as her tongue touched the soft skin of his penis, surprising her with its delicious taste. With rhythmic motions, the girl licked the boy’s organ, surrendering to infinite pleasure. Her lips tightly gripped it, and with the tip of her tongue, she gently pressed just beneath the head.

But Manolis didn’t remain passive and took control once again. He laid Vana on her back with her buttocks on the pillow and her ankles resting on the two edges of the bed. Then, supporting himself on all fours, he moved forward until his face was right above her cool, fresh pussy, his long cock dangling precisely over her mouth. Experienced now, Vana didn’t wait—she took it into her mouth first. Thus, they completed the 69 position, his lips meeting the hot lips of her cunt. Manolis’s tongue began its wild dance again, but this time his fingers helped too, widely parting the entrance of her vagina and alternately penetrating the scorching depths along with his tongue. The two kids continued their work, each from their side, until Vana could no longer resist the desire to feel Manolis’s hard cock inside her. Manolis, on his part, could endure no longer—his overstimulated cock had started to ache. Vana broke free, lay properly on the bed, and lifted her legs high, her knees touching her juicy breasts. The boy moved very close and, with a gentle motion, thrust his burning cock deep into her wet, warm pussy, feeling a tight, wet prison capture his aching shaft. For a few minutes, everything surrendered to the rhythm of movement. The moans of both mingled, and Manolis’s motions resonated through the girl’s entire body, making her breasts bounce in rhythm. Suddenly, Vana tensed completely, her nails digging into Manolis’s back. A second orgasm, equal in intensity to the first, was about to engulf her. Vana had lost all control, swept away by an indescribable pleasure. A loud cry echoed through the entire house—but this cry wasn’t Vana’s alone. Manolis was screaming too, as he ejaculated into the girl’s burning pussy. For a few seconds, the kids remained joined, wishing to prolong the pleasure, but their strength was fading. Finally, tenderly embracing, they fell asleep naked, without any blanket covering them.